Ameng: ... Did you even ask for my opinion?
Orc: Does your opinion matter?
Ji Nuan climbed onto Lei Er's back with Xiu Yan, who had once again transformed back into a small lion cub, and a group of orcs quickly headed towards the Dashi Tribe's settlement.
Meanwhile, in the open space of the Dashi Tribe, the orcs were still gathered. The orc who had been pronounced that he could only live until supper had just woken up, but the severe pain made him struggle and caused the wound to bleed again.
The old shaman hurried over: "Pup, don't move. All the Divine Wood Powder in the tribe has been used on you. If you move again, we won't be able to stop the bleeding."
The orc's forehead bulged with veins from the effort to endure the pain. He felt as if he had been split in two, and would rather just die.
